Not mine but John Constable’s.
“I associate my careless boyhood with all that lies on the banks of the Stour. Those scenes made me a painter, and I am grateful….”
In a letter from JC to a friend.
If some of those place names were familiar it’s because we were just down the road from Flatford Mill in Constable Country on the borders of Essex and Suffolk. Apparently controversy still rages between those counties who both claim him as their own.